The Demigod Files (Percy Jackson and the Olympians)

by Rick Riordan

That’s what Annabeth told me, anyway.” Clarisse rolled her eyes. Annabeth was my best friend and a huge nut when it came to architecture and monuments. I guess her egghead facts rubbed off on me sometimes.

“You’re going to disappear now,” I told him. “You’re going to stay out of Clarisse’s way. And if I see you again, I’m going to give you a bigger scar in a much more painful place!”

“Percy?” “Yeah?” “When you, uh, had that vision about your friends . . .” “You were one of them,” I promised. “Just don’t tell anybody, okay? Or I’d have to kill you.” A faint smile flickered across her face. “See you later.” “See you.” I headed off toward the subway. It had been a long day, and I was ready to get home.

Annabeth is not somebody you want as an enemy.

It was hard for anyone to look cute in combat armor, but Annabeth pulled it off.

I’d never seen her so happy, like the chance to beat me up was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

A girl starts trying to kill you, you know she’s into you.”

I was about to follow when something sharp and cold pressed against my neck. “Surprise,” Annabeth said, right next me. She must’ve had her magic Yankees cap on, because she was totally invisible. I tried to move, but she dug her knife under my chin.

Annabeth glared at me. “Yes, but this is different. I’m good with ideas. Not mechanics.” “If I was going to pick one person in the world to reattach my head,” I said, “I’d pick you.” I just blurted it out—to give her confidence, I guess— but immediately I realized it sounded pretty stupid. “Awww. . .” Silena sniffled and wiped her eyes. “Percy, that is so sweet!” Annabeth blushed. “Shut up, Silena. Hand me your dagger.” I was afraid Annabeth was going to stab me with it. Instead she used it as a screwdriver, to open a panel in the dragon’s neck. “Here goes nothing,” she said. And she started to splice together the celestial bronze wires.

Please, for me.”

“Get ready to run,”

“Charlie!” Silena ran to him and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. “You did it!” Annabeth came up to me and squeezed my shoulder. “Hey, Seaweed Brain, you okay?”

“You know,” Annabeth said as we struggled along, “it wasn’t the bravest thing I’ve ever seen.” I blinked. Had she been reading my thoughts?

But Annabeth just smiled and put us in jail. As she was heading back to the front line, she turned and winked. “See you at the fireworks?”

So we sat together and waited while the girls won the game.

Travis: My brother, because I need to keep an eye on him. Connor: My brother, because I don’t trust him. But besides him?

Normally, as long as I’m telling him what to do, he wins in a fight.

He’s courageous. He’s got a sense of humor. He’s good-looking, but don’t you dare tell him I said that.

“We were brought together. All three of us.” “What are you talking about?” Nico demanded. “The children of the Big Three,” I said. “Zeus, Poseidon, Hades.”

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“A son of Hades,” Nico said. “Now answer me!”

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As we walked, I tried to think about positive things: my favorite basketball players, my last conversation with Annabeth, what my mom would make for Christmas dinner—anything but the pain.

“I’m more than that,” the spirit growled. “And Thalia knows it.” “But—you abandoned me,” Thalia said. “You wretched girl! Ungrateful runaway!”

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“You’re my friend,” I blurted out. “You’re . . . Bob.”